Manananggal Doll Novels & Stories

“You don’t like them? I told Diego we should get something more grand and you weren’t a kid but he kept saying you’d find them cute and you’ll like them and your chance of rejecting them would be low…I’m going to kill him…” He was literally fuming. “It’s not as if I don’t like them but what are they called?” “Oh.” He breathed and then sat beside me. He took the armless doll and explained. “This is called the kokeshi doll, as the seller said, they’re known for their hand-painted faces, floral patterns and lack of arms and legs.” He then picked up the cat. “What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got t

"Maeve, I want to sleep now. Please don't tell them, okay?" Maeve thought for a moment, then agreed, "Okay." As Talia breathed a sigh of relief, Quentin suddenly moved beneath the blanket. Maeve noticed a lump beside Talia and curiously asked, "Aunt Talia, what's that bump next to you?" Talia patted the mound and explained, "It's my big doll." Maeve was even more curious. "What kind of doll? It looks as big as a person." "It's a custom-made doll. I sleep hugging it. Otherwise, I can't fall asleep."

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

Although Hisashi repeatedly explained that this name represents only one thing: the truth, and the price of products in their store to be worthy of its quality. Contrary to the colorful appearance of the first floor, this second floor looks much more like a real magic shop. Huge wooden cabinets contained rows of dried llamas fetuses of reddish-brown color, dolls made from all kinds of materials such as wood, cloth, straw, stone-carved evil spirits, animal fur skins, skulls of all kinds. Eden always felt creepy when he went through that place. He had a feeling that the dark, empty eye sockets of these skulls were staring at him).

The three of them had reached one conclusion; most likely, a Manananggal was behind all the killings. “I have my own findings to share,” Maxine declared after listening to them. “A Manananggal can separate its lower body from its upper body and it can sprout wings from its back. It transforms at night only. It can easily take the shape of a human because it morphs from a human. The only way to destroy the creature is to detach its upper body from its lower body and rub salt on the lower half so its torso can’t re-connect. The body should stay that way until the sunrise,”

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

Almost all. Whenever I see that dream when my son asked for my help. He asked me to save him. I don't know what? But he asked me to save him. And, it was better known to me that it was a son when a 'manannangal' ( A phillipines aswang/ ghost which roams at night with half torso and she is a woman) almost ate up my son inside my fetus last month. Her long tongue was almost entering through my mouth to get to my fetus, to eat my son. But, I was quick to grab her long tongue and tie her up with the upper torso of her body in my room.

Jia looked at Sir Benjamin, "May I have just one of this?" It would be a great help for her. Sir Benjamin touched his mustache, "Hoho. You are shameless for asking something worth of millions for free, huh?" Jia stiffened. M-millions? Jia withdrew her hand. She could understand the price since some of them were made of gold thus they were expensive. But there were also things here that were made of cheap things. Like that small ugly doll that was placed in a glass container. "How about that? It was sewed poorly with cheap clothes. Surely it wasn't that expensive right? Although it has a special aura, since the materials are cheap, you can give it to me, right?"

had arrived and was ready to “give us all some important lessons.” Megan looked at me with horror in her eyes. “Don’t look at me,” I whispered. “I did not plan this part of the party. Granny Apple must have done this on her own.” Soon, we were surrounded by blow-up dolls —did you know they made male blow-up dolls???— cock rings; vibrators; candied underwear; handcuffs; and a variety of other random toys. Synthia treated us to multiple demonstrations, using the dolls and Granny Apple as models where necessary. Granny Apple asked a ton of questions…. as did my mother, who must have been on her fifth cocktail since I arrived.